Londoners (Part 4)

Two days later, James was still lacking concentration. To him everything seemed so weird. In his opinion, Annemerel had always seemed to be a confident woman, full of energy and positive vibes. This was her appearance, but she had a dark side. She was living with a violent man, she had been hiding her scars and her wounds for months, maybe years.
He connected to the Internet and looked for Annemerel’s website, with the purpose of finding out more about her life. It was such a popular blog in London, though she had countless views from all over the world. Her posts about the city life, the city runs were simply amazing. At first he read the last posts, then moved to the presentation page. Anyone who looked at that, would think she was the most independent woman on the earth. But she wasn’t.

As she woke up, that morning, she felt great. Her body was always in pain in the morning, because of the treatment Adam reserved to her every night, when he used to come home drunk. Two nights without this goodnight and her energy seemed to be back to the original level. She went out running, with a strange feeling: for the first time she wasn’t running away from something, she was running to something. However, when she looked up at the house, she noticed James wasn’t there as usual. The route she took was always the same, Regent’s Park, then Hyde Park, then back home, with a coffee in her hand for the last two hundred metres.

I'm Camilla, a full time student of International Studies, and a "lost-time" blogger. I love traveling (and mainly road tripping), writing on block notes as they did in the 90s, blogging about everything that goes through my mind, taking photos of food and sunsets, running on panoramic roads and trails, going to the gym when no one is around, biking around the city and drinking coffee with friends. Life is a journey, not a destination... Have A Safe Journey ♥